(discovered in the archives - date 20/07/'98)
Yesterday being a Sunday I was coerced out of my room and in the
course of a Sunday drive arrived at the home of a friend (yes I do
have one) and it was decided (not by me, nor him) that we should go to
the beach at Camps Bay for a "stroll". So we loaded up his infants
and dog,and our dogs, and his exhausted wife and my ennervated self
and duly watched the sea for awhile. Then it was decided that we
should go for some coffee, but the children were yowling so the
friend's wife ended up staying in their car while the three of us
(plus dogs) made our way several hundred yards to the shops where we
stopped at a coffeeshop called xx where Zizi knew the owner, a swarthy
blade called "David". There were three tables on the pavement with
"David" & entourage seated at one of them - Pete and I waited while
Zizi babbled endlessly to her buddies - nobody showed any sign of
leaving... and then she went over to one of the other tables quite out
of the blue and asked if they would mind "sharing" - not that she had
any intention of sitting there - and they (2 middle-aged biker
wallies) growled something or other and then everyone looked
expectantly at me in my stupid wheelchair and started clearing
obstacles out of the way. So like a moron I did the expected-of-me
and pulled up to the table expecting the others to join me. They
didn't, so I backed away while the bikers muttered, I'm starting to
feel irritated. Unknown to me, Pete was irritated with the 3 girls
who had paid their bill at the next table but were still sitting
there. He made some comment about "lead arses" and I thought he was
talkng about the passers-by in general, and I followed his lead
("acrid" - (I had been talking about Euro vs Chinese girls, eating
habits and cunnilingus) with a few epithets including "rancid" and
"unwholesome" "Beefeaters" etc, and turned to see a look of hatred
from the listening girls whom Pete had been jogging .. then I twigged,
but buggered if I was going to embark on lengthy and tedious
explanations of my innocence. My irritation increased.
Just then Zizi - who had been swanning around all this time greeting
all her buddies - lost with the fucking dogs who were barking at some
black kid on skates down the road- demanding that I "do something"
while the patrons were tsk-tsking and ooh-oohing and the kid was
kicking at the dogs and I was telling Pete for Chris's sakes get the
fucking dogs for me would you? "It's your fault; they sense your
vibe" Zizi says later. *****. Anyway Pete doesn't want to incur
her wrath (she now has them by the leashes, ineffectually) so he ums
and ah's and the dogs are still causing trouble and my irritation
swells further.
Now the three girls leave and we have a table and I order a beer and
a coffee and a grapetizer, but Zizi is off yakking somewhere and Pete
now starts to worry about his lonely wife & babes in the car so I
suggest that he parks the car closer and Zizi now wants to go with him
to get our car. So fine, I say - don't be long. Meanwhile some
fat-arsed pink slattern of a waitress strikes up a conversation with
the bikers about dogs and how they should be controlled and how
"irresponsible" some people are and the bikers cluck and coo and I
start muttering "FUCKING PINK PIECES OF *****!!" under my breath and
we give each other a few heavy looks but I'm in a wheelchair and I'm
fearless anyway so nothing comes of it.
And I'm sitting there on the pavement at the table waiting for Zizi
and Pete.
So of course they don't come back (he had bawling-baby toubles and
went home; she met yet another buddy on the beach) and I'm sitting
there at the table when this obnoxious ***** comes up and says can he
"turn me around" ie facing the street - because somebody wants the
table. So I say "no" and he's still standing there. I tell him that
I'm waiting for people and he smirks and asks how many and where are
they and are they coming to "pick me up"? So I say no they're coming
to JOIN ME. And he's still standing there with this *****-eating smirk
explaining that he has to think of table-utilization but I don't
explode - I order another beer and another coffee. And then I wait ..
and I wait. I see the ***** poking his ***** in my direction a few
times, keeping an eye on me. And then - believe this or not - he
comes up again, asking where they are and could I.. so I say "The
answer is No!" and now I'm really cooking and all the rubberneckers
are trying to cop a good look and suddenly I hate them all and I catch
the FUCKING LITTLE ***** checking me out again and I run my finger
meaningfully across my throat and he smirks and ushers about a
thousand Africans to the suddenly empty tables on either side of mine.
Then he smirks meaningfully at me but I don't really mind and he sees
this, and then Zizi pitches up after an hour but she doesn't come to
the table (she doesn't like the look of my vibe) and she's still got
the dogs and they're still causing trouble and it's all my fault
because they're sensitive and so she settles somewhere inside the
coffee-shop with her buddies and there's no way I can call her and the
beer-can needs opening but fucked if I'm going to mewl at a stranger
"won't you open my beer-can pleeeeeze" and the ***** keeps smirking at
me from the recesses of the shop like some ghoul in a nightmare and I
am looking at him like murder is going to happen soon and Zizi comes
over and takes one look at my mood and forestalls my complaints and
loudly asks why does she always have to "look after" me? Why can't I
"look after" myself? And all the rubberneckers get a good load of
this and I'm saying I want the ***** out of here and the dogs are
growling at the Africans and no she wants something to eat and I'm
being ridiculous and pathetic and why can't I "look after" myself just
starting to TOTALLY FUCKING EXPODE when the ***** comes over and says
"you don't have to worry now" and starts chatting to Zizi - he's one
of the buddies she's known him for 20 years. And it seems that
"David" the swarthy-blade owner is in on it too and it appears that
the whole fucking crew know who I am and what a dreadful anti-semite I
am supposed to be and GUESS WHAT everybody there is Jewish even the
bikers and I can feel their emnity and their pleasure at my discomfort
and suddenly I start feeling like if the shoe fits, wear it.
....But I did see the most beautiful Chinese girl in the world going
into the next-door pizza-shop ...so it wasn't entirely a disaster.
Grantland
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08 Apr 2004 07:56:35 PM |
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"Grantland" <mithril@iafrica.com> wrote in message
news:40759318.70488336@ct-news.iafrica.com...
(discovered in the archives - date 20/07/'98)
Yesterday being a Sunday I was coerced out of my room and in the
course of a Sunday drive arrived at the home of a friend (yes I do
have one) and it was decided (not by me, nor him) that we should go to
the beach at Camps Bay for a "stroll". So we loaded up his infants
and dog,and our dogs, and his exhausted wife and my ennervated self
and duly watched the sea for awhile. Then it was decided that we
should go for some coffee, but the children were yowling so the
friend's wife ended up staying in their car while the three of us
(plus dogs) made our way several hundred yards to the shops where we
stopped at a coffeeshop called xx where Zizi knew the owner, a swarthy
blade called "David". There were three tables on the pavement with
"David" & entourage seated at one of them - Pete and I waited while
Zizi babbled endlessly to her buddies - nobody showed any sign of
leaving... and then she went over to one of the other tables quite out
of the blue and asked if they would mind "sharing" - not that she had
any intention of sitting there - and they (2 middle-aged biker
wallies) growled something or other and then everyone looked
expectantly at me in my stupid wheelchair and started clearing
obstacles out of the way. So like a moron I did the expected-of-me
and pulled up to the table expecting the others to join me. They
didn't, so I backed away while the bikers muttered, I'm starting to
feel irritated. Unknown to me, Pete was irritated with the 3 girls
who had paid their bill at the next table but were still sitting
there. He made some comment about "lead arses" and I thought he was
talkng about the passers-by in general, and I followed his lead
("acrid" - (I had been talking about Euro vs Chinese girls, eating
habits and cunnilingus) with a few epithets including "rancid" and
"unwholesome" "Beefeaters" etc, and turned to see a look of hatred
from the listening girls whom Pete had been jogging .. then I twigged,
but buggered if I was going to embark on lengthy and tedious
explanations of my innocence. My irritation increased.
Just then Zizi - who had been swanning around all this time greeting
all her buddies - lost with the fucking dogs who were barking at some
black kid on skates down the road- demanding that I "do something"
while the patrons were tsk-tsking and ooh-oohing and the kid was
kicking at the dogs and I was telling Pete for Chris's sakes get the
fucking dogs for me would you? "It's your fault; they sense your
vibe" Zizi says later. *****. Anyway Pete doesn't want to incur
her wrath (she now has them by the leashes, ineffectually) so he ums
and ah's and the dogs are still causing trouble and my irritation
swells further.
Now the three girls leave and we have a table and I order a beer and
a coffee and a grapetizer, but Zizi is off yakking somewhere and Pete
now starts to worry about his lonely wife & babes in the car so I
suggest that he parks the car closer and Zizi now wants to go with him
to get our car. So fine, I say - don't be long. Meanwhile some
fat-arsed pink slattern of a waitress strikes up a conversation with
the bikers about dogs and how they should be controlled and how
"irresponsible" some people are and the bikers cluck and coo and I
start muttering "FUCKING PINK PIECES OF *****!!" under my breath and
we give each other a few heavy looks but I'm in a wheelchair and I'm
fearless anyway so nothing comes of it.
And I'm sitting there on the pavement at the table waiting for Zizi
and Pete.
So of course they don't come back (he had bawling-baby toubles and
went home; she met yet another buddy on the beach) and I'm sitting
there at the table when this obnoxious ***** comes up and says can he
"turn me around" ie facing the street - because somebody wants the
table. So I say "no" and he's still standing there. I tell him that
I'm waiting for people and he smirks and asks how many and where are
they and are they coming to "pick me up"? So I say no they're coming
to JOIN ME. And he's still standing there with this *****-eating smirk
explaining that he has to think of table-utilization but I don't
explode - I order another beer and another coffee. And then I wait ..
and I wait. I see the ***** poking his ***** in my direction a few
times, keeping an eye on me. And then - believe this or not - he
comes up again, asking where they are and could I.. so I say "The
answer is No!" and now I'm really cooking and all the rubberneckers
are trying to cop a good look and suddenly I hate them all and I catch
the FUCKING LITTLE ***** checking me out again and I run my finger
meaningfully across my throat and he smirks and ushers about a
thousand Africans to the suddenly empty tables on either side of mine.
Then he smirks meaningfully at me but I don't really mind and he sees
this, and then Zizi pitches up after an hour but she doesn't come to
the table (she doesn't like the look of my vibe) and she's still got
the dogs and they're still causing trouble and it's all my fault
because they're sensitive and so she settles somewhere inside the
coffee-shop with her buddies and there's no way I can call her and the
beer-can needs opening but fucked if I'm going to mewl at a stranger
"won't you open my beer-can pleeeeeze" and the ***** keeps smirking at
me from the recesses of the shop like some ghoul in a nightmare and I
am looking at him like murder is going to happen soon and Zizi comes
over and takes one look at my mood and forestalls my complaints and
loudly asks why does she always have to "look after" me? Why can't I
"look after" myself? And all the rubberneckers get a good load of
this and I'm saying I want the ***** out of here and the dogs are
growling at the Africans and no she wants something to eat and I'm
being ridiculous and pathetic and why can't I "look after" myself just
starting to TOTALLY FUCKING EXPODE when the ***** comes over and says
"you don't have to worry now" and starts chatting to Zizi - he's one
of the buddies she's known him for 20 years. And it seems that
"David" the swarthy-blade owner is in on it too and it appears that
the whole fucking crew know who I am and what a dreadful anti-semite I
am supposed to be and GUESS WHAT everybody there is Jewish even the
bikers and I can feel their emnity and their pleasure at my discomfort
and suddenly I start feeling like if the shoe fits, wear it.
...But I did see the most beautiful Chinese girl in the world going
into the next-door pizza-shop ...so it wasn't entirely a disaster.
Grantland
Hey,
I don't know you at all except from the hatred you spew but I can see that
you are a very hurt person. Did you ever wonder why some are born starving
in Ethiopia? Why the man who played Superman fell of his high horse and are
confined in a wheel chair like yourself? He may not be spewing hateful
words on the Internet but he sure as HELL must be mad at GOD, so much so
that he would to ANYTHING to be able to walk again. Then, on the other hand,
there is this dude who is not only wheel chair bound, he is literally
shrivelling, unable to move or talk and yet HE is the most BRILLIANT mind
alive today? His name is Stephen Hawking and he came as close as anyone
can to discovering the secret of GOD through math.
Did you ever wonder if your fate was of your own choosing BEFORE you came
into this world? Who's the loser? The one who couldn't face up to the
challenge? The ones whom you turn off because you don't want their pity OR
their LOVE, which you see as PITY?
You know, there was a case here in Canada where this farmer killed his
quadraplegic daughter by axphixiating her with carbon monxide because HE
thought her pain was unbearable for her and HE thought she didn't have a
quality of life and so he killed her. Maybe the reason was that SHE was a
real PAIN for HIM. Maybe HIS patience and love for her was wearing thin and
SHE was diminishing HIS quality of life and so in his mind, he thought HE
was justified in playing God.
You know, I'm not trying to give you any lectures because I don't know you
and if you met me, you'd be treating me just as badly as you would treat
anyone who would even dare look your way but you know what? We're your
friends, believe it or not. Not of us have 'kill filed' you. We hear you
rant and rave your racial epithats. It serves to make us think how so many
people are out there simply hating for the sake of hating because they HATE
this world and everything about it and everyone in it. You know what? I
HATE IT TOO! What kind of a LOVING GOD makes a world like this, eh? But
then, in a moment of silence, I hear SATAN laughing.
YOU PATHETIC FOOLS YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BEASTS! YOU'RE DOING THIS TO
YOURSELVES! YOU COULD ALL BE HAPPY LIVING TOGETHER IN PARADISE. THERE'S
PLENTY OF FOOD, PLENTY OF FRESH AIR AND WATER, PLENTY OF EVERYTHING FOR EACH
AND EVERY ONE OF 6 BILLION, EVEN 600 BILLION PEOPLE. NUT NOOOOO! NOT GOOD
ENOUGH! NO. YOU MAKE THE WORLD INTO A CESSPOOL FOR YOURSELVES AND WHAT?
IT'S GOD'S FAULT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sick sense of humor, that Satan, eh?
cesar
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09 Apr 2004 01:36:59 AM |
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"cesar" <cesar@no.email> wrote in message news:<7xmdc.41736$Bk31.14744@twister01.bloor.is.net.cable.rogers.com>...
"Grantland" <mithril@iafrica.com> wrote in message
news:40759318.70488336@ct-news.iafrica.com...
(discovered in the archives - date 20/07/'98)
Yesterday being a Sunday I was coerced out of my room and in the
course of a Sunday drive arrived at the home of a friend (yes I do
have one) and it was decided (not by me, nor him) that we should go to
the beach at Camps Bay for a "stroll". So we loaded up his infants
and dog,and our dogs, and his exhausted wife and my ennervated self
and duly watched the sea for awhile. Then it was decided that we
should go for some coffee, but the children were yowling so the
friend's wife ended up staying in their car while the three of us
(plus dogs) made our way several hundred yards to the shops where we
stopped at a coffeeshop called xx where Zizi knew the owner, a swarthy
blade called "David". There were three tables on the pavement with
"David" & entourage seated at one of them - Pete and I waited while
Zizi babbled endlessly to her buddies - nobody showed any sign of
leaving... and then she went over to one of the other tables quite out
of the blue and asked if they would mind "sharing" - not that she had
any intention of sitting there - and they (2 middle-aged biker
wallies) growled something or other and then everyone looked
expectantly at me in my stupid wheelchair and started clearing
obstacles out of the way. So like a moron I did the expected-of-me
and pulled up to the table expecting the others to join me. They
didn't, so I backed away while the bikers muttered, I'm starting to
feel irritated. Unknown to me, Pete was irritated with the 3 girls
who had paid their bill at the next table but were still sitting
there. He made some comment about "lead arses" and I thought he was
talkng about the passers-by in general, and I followed his lead
("acrid" - (I had been talking about Euro vs Chinese girls, eating
habits and cunnilingus) with a few epithets including "rancid" and
"unwholesome" "Beefeaters" etc, and turned to see a look of hatred
from the listening girls whom Pete had been jogging .. then I twigged,
but buggered if I was going to embark on lengthy and tedious
explanations of my innocence. My irritation increased.
Just then Zizi - who had been swanning around all this time greeting
all her buddies - lost with the fucking dogs who were barking at some
black kid on skates down the road- demanding that I "do something"
while the patrons were tsk-tsking and ooh-oohing and the kid was
kicking at the dogs and I was telling Pete for Chris's sakes get the
fucking dogs for me would you? "It's your fault; they sense your
vibe" Zizi says later. *****. Anyway Pete doesn't want to incur
her wrath (she now has them by the leashes, ineffectually) so he ums
and ah's and the dogs are still causing trouble and my irritation
swells further.
Now the three girls leave and we have a table and I order a beer and
a coffee and a grapetizer, but Zizi is off yakking somewhere and Pete
now starts to worry about his lonely wife & babes in the car so I
suggest that he parks the car closer and Zizi now wants to go with him
to get our car. So fine, I say - don't be long. Meanwhile some
fat-arsed pink slattern of a waitress strikes up a conversation with
the bikers about dogs and how they should be controlled and how
"irresponsible" some people are and the bikers cluck and coo and I
start muttering "FUCKING PINK PIECES OF *****!!" under my breath and
we give each other a few heavy looks but I'm in a wheelchair and I'm
fearless anyway so nothing comes of it.
And I'm sitting there on the pavement at the table waiting for Zizi
and Pete.
So of course they don't come back (he had bawling-baby toubles and
went home; she met yet another buddy on the beach) and I'm sitting
there at the table when this obnoxious ***** comes up and says can he
"turn me around" ie facing the street - because somebody wants the
table. So I say "no" and he's still standing there. I tell him that
I'm waiting for people and he smirks and asks how many and where are
they and are they coming to "pick me up"? So I say no they're coming
to JOIN ME. And he's still standing there with this *****-eating smirk
explaining that he has to think of table-utilization but I don't
explode - I order another beer and another coffee. And then I wait ..
and I wait. I see the ***** poking his ***** in my direction a few
times, keeping an eye on me. And then - believe this or not - he
comes up again, asking where they are and could I.. so I say "The
answer is No!" and now I'm really cooking and all the rubberneckers
are trying to cop a good look and suddenly I hate them all and I catch
the FUCKING LITTLE ***** checking me out again and I run my finger
meaningfully across my throat and he smirks and ushers about a
thousand Africans to the suddenly empty tables on either side of mine.
Then he smirks meaningfully at me but I don't really mind and he sees
this, and then Zizi pitches up after an hour but she doesn't come to
the table (she doesn't like the look of my vibe) and she's still got
the dogs and they're still causing trouble and it's all my fault
because they're sensitive and so she settles somewhere inside the
coffee-shop with her buddies and there's no way I can call her and the
beer-can needs opening but fucked if I'm going to mewl at a stranger
"won't you open my beer-can pleeeeeze" and the ***** keeps smirking at
me from the recesses of the shop like some ghoul in a nightmare and I
am looking at him like murder is going to happen soon and Zizi comes
over and takes one look at my mood and forestalls my complaints and
loudly asks why does she always have to "look after" me? Why can't I
"look after" myself? And all the rubberneckers get a good load of
this and I'm saying I want the ***** out of here and the dogs are
growling at the Africans and no she wants something to eat and I'm
being ridiculous and pathetic and why can't I "look after" myself just
starting to TOTALLY FUCKING EXPODE when the ***** comes over and says
"you don't have to worry now" and starts chatting to Zizi - he's one
of the buddies she's known him for 20 years. And it seems that
"David" the swarthy-blade owner is in on it too and it appears that
the whole fucking crew know who I am and what a dreadful anti-semite I
am supposed to be and GUESS WHAT everybody there is Jewish even the
bikers and I can feel their emnity and their pleasure at my discomfort
and suddenly I start feeling like if the shoe fits, wear it.
...But I did see the most beautiful Chinese girl in the world going
into the next-door pizza-shop ...so it wasn't entirely a disaster.
Grantland
Hey,
I don't know you at all except from the hatred you spew but I can see that
you are a very hurt person. Did you ever wonder why some are born starving
in Ethiopia? Why the man who played Superman fell of his high horse and are
confined in a wheel chair like yourself? He may not be spewing hateful
words on the Internet but he sure as HELL must be mad at GOD, so much so
that he would to ANYTHING to be able to walk again. Then, on the other hand,
there is this dude who is not only wheel chair bound, he is literally
shrivelling, unable to move or talk and yet HE is the most BRILLIANT mind
alive today? His name is Stephen Hawking and he came as close as anyone
can to discovering the secret of GOD through math.
Did you ever wonder if your fate was of your own choosing BEFORE you came
into this world? Who's the loser? The one who couldn't face up to the
challenge? The ones whom you turn off because you don't want their pity OR
their LOVE, which you see as PITY?
You know, there was a case here in Canada where this farmer killed his
quadraplegic daughter by axphixiating her with carbon monxide because HE
thought her pain was unbearable for her and HE thought she didn't have a
quality of life and so he killed her. Maybe the reason was that SHE was a
real PAIN for HIM. Maybe HIS patience and love for her was wearing thin and
SHE was diminishing HIS quality of life and so in his mind, he thought HE
was justified in playing God.
You know, I'm not trying to give you any lectures because I don't know you
and if you met me, you'd be treating me just as badly as you would treat
anyone who would even dare look your way but you know what? We're your
friends, believe it or not. Not of us have 'kill filed' you. We hear you
rant and rave your racial epithats. It serves to make us think how so many
people are out there simply hating for the sake of hating because they HATE
this world and everything about it and everyone in it. You know what? I
HATE IT TOO! What kind of a LOVING GOD makes a world like this, eh? But
then, in a moment of silence, I hear SATAN laughing.
YOU PATHETIC FOOLS YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BEASTS! YOU'RE DOING THIS TO
YOURSELVES! YOU COULD ALL BE HAPPY LIVING TOGETHER IN PARADISE. THERE'S
PLENTY OF FOOD, PLENTY OF FRESH AIR AND WATER, PLENTY OF EVERYTHING FOR EACH
AND EVERY ONE OF 6 BILLION, EVEN 600 BILLION PEOPLE. NUT NOOOOO! NOT GOOD
ENOUGH! NO. YOU MAKE THE WORLD INTO A CESSPOOL FOR YOURSELVES AND WHAT?
IT'S GOD'S FAULT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sick sense of humor, that Satan, eh?
cesar
Cesar,
You've officially gone off the beam. You would never have written
something like this in years past--particularly the judgmentalism of
the quadriplegic's father. What happened to the "one must first walk a
mile in the shoes of another" idea?
Still waiting for Easter to come and go so you can go back to being
just plain you,
JoeS
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09 Apr 2004 11:04:18 AM |
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Cesar,
You've officially gone off the beam. You would never have written
something like this in years past--particularly the judgmentalism of
the quadriplegic's father. What happened to the "one must first walk a
mile in the shoes of another" idea?
Still waiting for Easter to come and go so you can go back to being
just plain you,
JoeS
I'm not judging him. The Court judged him guilty of manslaughter. God is
the ultimate judge. But if I were in the jury box, sorry, but he clearly
violated the statutes. On a theological level, it is written that thou
shalt not kill. If you are not the Creator of Life, you have no right to
take away life. The only exception argued to be allowed is if it was done
in self-defence, which was not the case. Is suicide permissible? I
suppose the owner of a life should have the right to say 'no more'. But
there was no evidence that the little girl asked to be put out of her
misery. And it was questionable that with all the free medical services and
drugs available in this country whether she was in real agony or not. Some
witnesses testified that she was a happy little girl, just severely
handicapped but happy.
In the ancient days, before man became 'gods' and invented ways to treat
illnesses, the Spartan kings simply threw people who had the misfortune of
being handicapped or babies otherwise 'not up to par' over the cliff.
cesar
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| User: "Anon Ymous" |
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| Title: Re: SSSooo Guude to be Divorced!! |
09 Apr 2004 09:20:43 PM |
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"cesar" <cesar@no.email> wrote in message news:<6Qzdc.11378$PV5.2729@news04.bloor.is.net.cable.rogers.com>...
Cesar,
You've officially gone off the beam. You would never have written
something like this in years past--particularly the judgmentalism of
the quadriplegic's father. What happened to the "one must first walk a
mile in the shoes of another" idea?
Still waiting for Easter to come and go so you can go back to being
just plain you,
JoeS
I'm not judging him.
Sure you are, judging, condemning and passing sentence. For instance,
if you say "Grantland, you are an anti-semite." That wouldnt be
judging, but observing. But when you say, "GL, you are an anti-semite
and because of your guilt, you had an accident as some sort of divine
justice." Then, you are judging, condemning and assuming your twisted
version of justice must be God's. GL's accident may have had
something to do with his mindset, and it might not have. There could
be millions of reasons, all of which you, in your human arrogance and
limited perspective, discard in favor of the comfortable,
superstitious judgement in which you so often indulge. When you say,
"America faces a horrible disaster because they are Satan's," you
judge, condemn and pass sentence in the same way.
S~
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| User: "Anon Ymous" |
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09 Apr 2004 09:22:28 PM |
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(Grantland) wrote in message news:<40759318.70488336@ct-news.iafrica.com>...
(discovered in the archives - date 20/07/'98)
Yesterday being a Sunday I was coerced out of my room and in the
course of a Sunday drive arrived at the home of a friend (yes I do
have one) and it was decided (not by me, nor him) that we should go to
the beach at Camps Bay for a "stroll". So we loaded up his infants
and dog,and our dogs, and his exhausted wife and my ennervated self
and duly watched the sea for awhile. Then it was decided that we
should go for some coffee, but the children were yowling so the
friend's wife ended up staying in their car while the three of us
(plus dogs) made our way several hundred yards to the shops where we
stopped at a coffeeshop called xx where Zizi knew the owner, a swarthy
blade called "David". There were three tables on the pavement with
"David" & entourage seated at one of them - Pete and I waited while
Zizi babbled endlessly to her buddies - nobody showed any sign of
leaving... and then she went over to one of the other tables quite out
of the blue and asked if they would mind "sharing" - not that she had
any intention of sitting there - and they (2 middle-aged biker
wallies) growled something or other and then everyone looked
expectantly at me in my stupid wheelchair and started clearing
obstacles out of the way. So like a moron I did the expected-of-me
and pulled up to the table expecting the others to join me. They
didn't, so I backed away while the bikers muttered, I'm starting to
feel irritated. Unknown to me, Pete was irritated with the 3 girls
who had paid their bill at the next table but were still sitting
there. He made some comment about "lead arses" and I thought he was
talkng about the passers-by in general, and I followed his lead
("acrid" - (I had been talking about Euro vs Chinese girls, eating
habits and cunnilingus) with a few epithets including "rancid" and
"unwholesome" "Beefeaters" etc, and turned to see a look of hatred
from the listening girls whom Pete had been jogging .. then I twigged,
but buggered if I was going to embark on lengthy and tedious
explanations of my innocence. My irritation increased.
Just then Zizi - who had been swanning around all this time greeting
all her buddies - lost with the fucking dogs who were barking at some
black kid on skates down the road- demanding that I "do something"
while the patrons were tsk-tsking and ooh-oohing and the kid was
kicking at the dogs and I was telling Pete for Chris's sakes get the
fucking dogs for me would you? "It's your fault; they sense your
vibe" Zizi says later. *****. Anyway Pete doesn't want to incur
her wrath (she now has them by the leashes, ineffectually) so he ums
and ah's and the dogs are still causing trouble and my irritation
swells further.
Now the three girls leave and we have a table and I order a beer and
a coffee and a grapetizer, but Zizi is off yakking somewhere and Pete
now starts to worry about his lonely wife & babes in the car so I
suggest that he parks the car closer and Zizi now wants to go with him
to get our car. So fine, I say - don't be long. Meanwhile some
fat-arsed pink slattern of a waitress strikes up a conversation with
the bikers about dogs and how they should be controlled and how
"irresponsible" some people are and the bikers cluck and coo and I
start muttering "FUCKING PINK PIECES OF *****!!" under my breath and
we give each other a few heavy looks but I'm in a wheelchair and I'm
fearless anyway so nothing comes of it.
And I'm sitting there on the pavement at the table waiting for Zizi
and Pete.
So of course they don't come back (he had bawling-baby toubles and
went home; she met yet another buddy on the beach) and I'm sitting
there at the table when this obnoxious ***** comes up and says can he
"turn me around" ie facing the street - because somebody wants the
table. So I say "no" and he's still standing there. I tell him that
I'm waiting for people and he smirks and asks how many and where are
they and are they coming to "pick me up"? So I say no they're coming
to JOIN ME. And he's still standing there with this *****-eating smirk
explaining that he has to think of table-utilization but I don't
explode - I order another beer and another coffee. And then I wait ..
and I wait. I see the ***** poking his ***** in my direction a few
times, keeping an eye on me. And then - believe this or not - he
comes up again, asking where they are and could I.. so I say "The
answer is No!" and now I'm really cooking and all the rubberneckers
are trying to cop a good look and suddenly I hate them all and I catch
the FUCKING LITTLE ***** checking me out again and I run my finger
meaningfully across my throat and he smirks and ushers about a
thousand Africans to the suddenly empty tables on either side of mine.
Then he smirks meaningfully at me but I don't really mind and he sees
this, and then Zizi pitches up after an hour but she doesn't come to
the table (she doesn't like the look of my vibe) and she's still got
the dogs and they're still causing trouble and it's all my fault
because they're sensitive and so she settles somewhere inside the
coffee-shop with her buddies and there's no way I can call her and the
beer-can needs opening but fucked if I'm going to mewl at a stranger
"won't you open my beer-can pleeeeeze" and the ***** keeps smirking at
me from the recesses of the shop like some ghoul in a nightmare and I
am looking at him like murder is going to happen soon and Zizi comes
over and takes one look at my mood and forestalls my complaints and
loudly asks why does she always have to "look after" me? Why can't I
"look after" myself? And all the rubberneckers get a good load of
this and I'm saying I want the ***** out of here and the dogs are
growling at the Africans and no she wants something to eat and I'm
being ridiculous and pathetic and why can't I "look after" myself just
starting to TOTALLY FUCKING EXPODE when the ***** comes over and says
"you don't have to worry now" and starts chatting to Zizi - he's one
of the buddies she's known him for 20 years. And it seems that
"David" the swarthy-blade owner is in on it too and it appears that
the whole fucking crew know who I am and what a dreadful anti-semite I
am supposed to be and GUESS WHAT everybody there is Jewish even the
bikers and I can feel their emnity and their pleasure at my discomfort
and suddenly I start feeling like if the shoe fits, wear it.
The shoes dont fit--neither yours nor theirs.
S~
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| User: "Grantland" |
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| Title: Re: SSSooo Guude to be Divorced!! |
09 Apr 2004 02:44:08 AM |
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From: cesar (cesar@no.email)
...But I did see the most beautiful Chinese girl in the world going
into the next-door pizza-shop ...so it wasn't entirely a disaster.
Grantland
Hey,
<snipped grandma's pursed lips>
Why don't you mind your own business you fruity old queen? Did you
know that your mouth lookes exactly like an ***** - wrinkled, round and
pink? I don't read your drivel because you're a pretentious *****.
Get away from me.
Grantland
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| User: "Jean Guernon" |
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| Title: Re: SSSooo Guude to be Divorced!! |
08 Apr 2004 05:42:11 PM |
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Grantland a écrit:
(discovered in the archives - date 20/07/'98)
Yesterday being a Sunday I was coerced out of my room and in the
course of a Sunday drive arrived at the home of a friend (yes I do
have one) and it was decided (not by me, nor him) that we should go to
the beach at Camps Bay for a "stroll". So we loaded up his infants
and dog,and our dogs, and his exhausted wife and my ennervated self
and duly watched the sea for awhile. Then it was decided that we
should go for some coffee, but the children were yowling so the
friend's wife ended up staying in their car while the three of us
(plus dogs) made our way several hundred yards to the shops where we
stopped at a coffeeshop called xx where Zizi knew the owner, a swarthy
blade called "David". There were three tables on the pavement with
"David" & entourage seated at one of them - Pete and I waited while
Zizi babbled endlessly to her buddies - nobody showed any sign of
leaving... and then she went over to one of the other tables quite out
of the blue and asked if they would mind "sharing" - not that she had
any intention of sitting there - and they (2 middle-aged biker
wallies) growled something or other and then everyone looked
expectantly at me in my stupid wheelchair and started clearing
obstacles out of the way.
You're handicapped Grantland?!
J.
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| User: "sUSAn B Anthony" |
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| Title: Re: SSSooo Guude to be Divorced!! |
08 Apr 2004 09:50:26 PM |
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WOW!
If you don't like Jews, then why the heck would you marry one, hang out
at places that they own and frequent?
What will you do for an encore......marry a Southern Baptist ***** ?
hmmm...
hahahahhahahahaah!!!
sUSAn ;)
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